Despite the fear coursing through her veins, Maris shared a glance with Amberine, and in that one look, everything was said. They were outmatched, exhausted, and running on nothing but fumes. Yet, in each other, they found determination. Maris squeezed Amberine's hand, and the warmth of her friend's fingers, though trembling, gave her a sense of stability.
"We're not giving up," she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the tension that seemed to thicken the air. Amberine nodded, her jaw set, and her eyes narrowing in that fiery way that only Amberine could manage even when all hope seemed to be lost. The blaze of Ifrit flickered faintly at her fingertips, almost as if reflecting her weakening energy, but also her unyielding spirit.
